C47 His Status Increased!

For a family to possess a martial skill of a distinguished grade is to own a legacy that could be passed down as a treasured heirloom. Such martial prowess, however, is usually the hallmark of great clans with thousands of years of history.

Typically, the only way to acquire a martial skill of this caliber is by joining a sect. This is precisely why Qin Yunhai was so visibly thrilled.

"The skill appears straightforward, with no obvious intricacies, yet I can feel an invisible force pressing upon me!" Qin Shan still felt a shiver run down his spine when he recalled the severe beating he received from Qin Feng.

"It's inconceivable. It's unlikely that even all of Tiangang City has a martial skill of that grade. Where could this young man have possibly gotten it from?" Qin Yunhai shook his head in disbelief.

If Qin Feng could hear their exchange, he would undoubtedly shake his head and scoff. His Earth Shattering Divine Fist wasn't flashy, but its power, enhanced by his Fist Intent, was formidable. Its lack of ostentation had no impact on its grade.

"Get to the bottom of this! And make it fast!"

"We can't afford to take this lightly!"

"If Qin Feng does indeed possess a martial skill of that stature, we must take it from him, Ye Tian's objections notwithstanding!"

"What's more, I've heard that Ye Tian is about to leave Tiangang City. Once he's gone, we could take out Qin Feng, and he would be helpless to stop us!"

Determined, Qin Yunhai gave his orders to Qin Shan.

Within the Qin family's compound in Tiangang City was a grand courtyard, complete with gardens, ponds, and artificial hills.

"Young Lord, are we really going to live here?" Ling Er's voice was filled with excitement as she spoke to Qin Feng.

Her heart soared with happiness, as their new abode was a vast improvement over their old, rundown shack.

"Yes, this is our home now," Qin Feng replied with a smile, though he remained vigilant on the inside.

He eyed the household staff, noting the slight curl of his lip. They were all martial practitioners, not overly powerful, but Qin Feng knew their true role: they were there to monitor him.

After his previous confrontations with Lin Xu and Qin Shan, he was well aware of Qin Yunhai's vindictive nature. The lack of immediate retaliation was telling; Qin Yunhai was clearly waiting, assessing his enemy before making a move.

"Yes, we'll be living here from now on," Qin Feng replied with a smile, though inwardly he was on high alert.

As he observed the household staff and maids around him, a subtle, cold smirk appeared at the corner of his mouth. These individuals were all trained in martial skills, and while their strength wasn't particularly impressive, Qin Feng knew they were there to keep an eye on him.

"It's not just my formidable strength that's holding him back, but also Uncle Ye's status!" Ye Tian was, after all, the Mayor of Tiangang City. The Qin family, no matter how powerful, would hesitate to confront him directly.

"I've reached Body Tempering level 8 in my cultivation! But with my mastery of the Invincible Sword Intent, I could instantly take down a Fighter at Body Refinement level 9!" Qin Feng thought with confidence.

"And when I combine it with my Primordial True Dragon Technique, even Fighters at the True Spirit Stage must tread carefully around me!" With such overwhelming power, Qin Yunhai's schemes against me are doomed to fail!

Qin Feng's fists tightened, emitting a crackling sound, as he strode purposefully towards his destination.

...

The sound, like rolling thunder, echoed continuously.

A raging waterfall, like the cascading waters of the Milky Way, plummeted down, targeting the figure below.

Beneath the waterfall stood Qin Feng, bare-chested, braving the torrent's onslaught.

Planted firmly on a giant stone, he remained unshaken, no matter how violently the waterfall's waters lashed at him.

"This power is somewhat lacking!" Qin Feng shook his head and chuckled ruefully, feeling the water's force.

His Primordial True Dragon Technique, a peerless body-tempering art, had advanced his physical condition to a point where the waterfall's force could no longer refine his body.